The Cubs Game "Story" (or experience...)

Hi

So, just over a week ago I went to good ol' Wrigley Field to watch the Cubbies take on AZ Diamondbacks. It was all courtesy of none other than Harry Carry...I mean Harry Lakhani...okay, okay...Harris Lakhani. The following is a re-enactment of what traspired that day:

I managed a 1/2 day off at work and agreed on picking up my boy Harris. To no real surprise of Harris, I was late. And to no real surprise of myself, I was freaking out on the way thinking, Harris is gonna kill me! Soon after, however, I quickly remembered one thing: I'm Punjabi and Harris is Memon. Alhamdullilah, there's no way he could kill me now. Of course, using his Memon business sense, he could've made a deal conning me into lashing myself a few times, but I was nonetheless content in knowing that Harris himself could not inflict pain on me.

Ahh, sorry, I transgress...

We took off in the speedy 4-cylinder phantom gray 2005 Toyota Corolla. The Corolla, you see, is my new pimp ride, masha Allah. Ever since the death of the spruce green 1998 Ford Taurus 6-banger SE Limited with a dual overhead cam engine back in Dec 2004 (may Allah be well pleased with it), the "fun size" or "Phantom Gay" (as Taha 'used-to-be-my-homie-until-his-best-friend-from-STL-came-to-chicago-with-an-acura-TL' Ghani often refers to it) has taken over as my second home. Though I miss the beautifully sexy Taurs, I am content with whatever has been given to me by God and so 'The Phantom' is the new apple of my eye.

Oops! I transgress yet again. What story am I telling here? Oh, yes...the Cubs.

Before I knew it, we arrived to our destination, but at a big cost: On the way, Harris (aka, Mr. Allstate Insurance) kept telling me about his friggen past and told me things like, "This is where Allstate used to be located," or "That is an Allstate office," or "Allstate is where I've always wanted to work," or "96% of the desis at Allstate are my cousins" and things of that nature. Big whoopin deal, Harris! Why don't you marry Allstate, huh? But then it dawned on me that it was Harris who was providing me the free ticket (you think I'd actually pay!) courtesy of Allstate, so I quickly feigned interest. I replied to his comments with, "Oh, so that's where Allstate used to be located at, huh?" or "So, that's an Allstate office, huh?" or "So, Allstate is where I've always wanted to work, huh? I mean, where you wanted to work, huh?" At that last automated response I gave him, Harris remained silent for a good 25 minutes and would just kinda nod and smile at things I would say, even when I would try testing him to see if he was actually listening to me: "So, Harris. You're obviously not listening to me at this point for some messed up reason. Probably because you're Memon, punk-face. So tell me, you think I'm more attractive than your fiance, huh?" Harris' reaction: Nod and smile. Now I knew he wasn't listening. No newly engaged desi man would ever admit such a thing even in jest! So how rude is that fricken jerk, huh?

Okay, okay. I obviously made all that up. (Harris, please, please continue reading, bro -- you know I'm just messin!) Well, there goes another friend of mine. But at least I was able to make myself crack up a few times as I sit alone in the dark in front of computer at 11:35pm on a Mon night...

Wow - I'm officially tired of myself, so I'll have to continue the Cubs story at another date'n'time.

Best!